Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 107: Chapter 91: The Dragon Language Greeting_l

Translator: 549690339

The elves have been frantically searching for Ange, especially after the death of two World Tree saplings in a row, Gailard and Kael’danil were both filled with guilt and made countless communication requests through the Teleportation Array, depleting it of its energy.

Anna used the drained Teleportation Array as an excuse to shut it down, but Gailard didn’t hesitate and teleported over a large bag containing over two  thousand Demon Crystals, only asking Anna to keep the communication function of the Teleportation Array operational.

Such a rich guy. Two thousand Demon Crystals were enough to buy two bottles of watered-down Holy Essence.

Therefore, the Communication Array remained active. As soon as Negris accessed it, he heard an urgent voice from the other side: “Has Lord Nage returned? Has Lord Nage returned? I will go and fetch the Queen immediately, please wait a moment.”

A few minutes later, Gailard’s slightly hoarse voice sounded from the other side: “Lord Nage, you’re finally back. Please, you must help me.”

“Eh, little elf, what happened to your voice? Are you alright?” Negris was startled. What on earth had happened? Had the World Tree sapling died, causing the Elf Queen to panic so badly?

That shouldn’t be the case. Once that thing sprouts, it’s really hard for it to die. Look at the Little Sapling. Ange never watered it or fertilised it, and yet it’s thriving even under the constant farming.

Since she found out she was a Giant Dragon Hunter, Negris had been calling her little elf. Gailard didn’t mind because she knew that the person on the other side was definitely older than her.

And he must be of a high generation too, because every time he unintentionally mentioned the names of the elves, those names were so ancient that they had become black and white portraits hanging on the tree wall.

“We’ve been in a hurry. We’ve been trying to find you for half a month. Initially, we were hoping you could guide us and save the World Tree. Now we just hope you can sell us another World Tree sapling,” Gailard said.

Negris exclaimed in surprise, “It really died? How can something so hard to kill die in your hands?”

While speaking these words, Negris had an image in his mind of the numerous World Tree walls which endured the cold wind every night. And yet, they were all growing robustly, their caretakers having to constantly trim them, lest they grow into large tree balls.

However, those World Tree walls did require watering and fertilisation; the only one that didn’t need it was the one atop Angel s head.

Negris’ words embarrassed Gailard but also gave her a great shock. Because

Negris did not deny that he still had World Tree saplings, he just said, ‘something hard to kill’. Why would he think that? Could it be that he had planted one before? And it grew up?

Gailard wished she could crawl through the Teleportation Array to drag over both Negris and the World Tree sapling.

As expected, after Negris sighed, he casually said: “Let’s use the same pricing as last time, but we don’t need Elf Beans anymore. Substitute them with Moon

Spring rice seeds. How many do you need?”

“How many…..how many what?” Gailard was a bit slow to react.

“World Tree saplings. How many do you need?” Negris said impatiently, sounding like a wholesaler dealing with a retail customer.

“How…how many do you have?” Gailard felt that the world was changing too fast. Could it be that World Tree saplings could be wholesaled?

I’m not sure. I’d have to ask him. It just got back.

After asking around, Negris awkwardly returned to the Teleportation Array and said: “Um, well, that, that… there are no more saplings.”

“What!” Gailard roared. The sound boomed like thunder, shaking the trees and causing birds to flutter away in surprise. Even the deer several miles away pricked up their ears.

The Elf Guards attending at her side all winced, some covering their ears, some even jumped to the side like scared bunnies, looking fearfully at Gailard.

Usually, this Elf Queen was tall and slender, with a flat belly and clearly defined lines, not looking at all like a powerful being. However, this roar truly demonstrated the might of a Giant Dragon Hunter.

Negris, with his ears numb from the roar, quickly said in a small voice, “Little tree, little tree. Exchange for a little tree. It’s about the thickness of a finger. I will give it to you free of charge.”

All of Gailard’s anger was stuck in her throat, she opened her eyes wide, incredulously, “Do you mean no more saplings? Exchange for a grown-up little tree?”

Was there such a good deal? No calves, so exchange for grown-up cows?

“Yes, yes, that’s right, oh my, I haven’t been back for a month, and those guys have grown all the saplings, I feel so embarrassed.”

Gailard felt like vomiting blood. She had just killed two saplings, and this guy was telling her that he had unintentionally grown all the saplings?

“You, how many, World Trees, do you have?” Gailard asked word by word.

Negris quickly covered his mouth, in trouble now, he had misspoken.

He had always avoided saying how many World Trees were here. Given the elves’ attitude towards the World Tree, they would definitely be in a frenzy if they knew the truth. He never expected to accidentally let it slip: “This… that…

this… that… .

After lots of stammering, Gailard grew impatient and asked directly: “Do you have ten?”

Oh god, the Elf Queen with the highest power level in history only dared to guess ten. If she knew the truth, wouldn’t she come crawling through the Teleportation Array? Ange had germinated two thousand five hundred saplings, all of which had grown.

“Eh, no, not that many,” Negris hesitated to reply. “What about five? Do you have five?” Gailard asked again.

“That…maybe…l think so, let me check.”

Saying he would check was just to mollify Gailard. After waiting a few minutes, Negris once again said, “Just right, there are five, all small trees with branches as thick as fingers.”

“I’ll take them all, each one for five hundred thousand Demon Crystals, plus one Heart of Druid, one bottle of Life Essence, one nest of little elves, and one bag of Moon Spring Rice seeds,” Gailard quoted.

“All of them? No, no, I can only sell you three at most, and I don’t want any little elves,” Negris said anxiously. These elves were up to no good, wanting to push little elves on him?

Those damn things have telepathic senses, and all his secrets here might be leaked to the elves by them.

Hearing Negris’ refusal, Gailard knew he had misunderstood and hurriedly explained, “It seems Lord Nage is very familiar with little elves, but the little elves I’m talking about are a nest of wild little elves…”. Wild little elves have no blood relationship with domesticated ones, so they can’t communicate telepathically.

“I don’t want wild ones either, change it to Life Essence, and I can only give you three,” Negris declined.

Gailard said word by word: “Changing to Life Essence is acceptable, but Lord Nage, you should know, we elves, would never let any World Tree fall into others’ hands. I hope you consider selling all five to us, otherwise it may affect our friendship.”

How would it affect their friendship? They would become enemies. These elves would definitely be tracking him all over the world, and being targeted by a bunch of stubborn elves is not a good thing.

Originally he was pretending, to increase the credibility of the sentence ‘there are only five’, Negris played hard to get for a while before reluctantly agreeing.

Two million, five hundred thousand Demon Crystals was no small sum, and if they didn’t have a Demon Crystal mine at home, they wouldn’t be able to come up with it in a short time. Luckily elves are a bunch of wealthy folk with mines at home.

Half an hour later, two million five hundred thousand Demon Crystals, five bottles of Life Essence, one Heart of Druid, and one bag of Moon Spring Rice seed were transported over one by one in nine batches.

Negris wasn’t originally planning on taking that Heart of Druid because he already had an even more perverted God of Farming at home.

But thinking that besides farming and grazing, the Druid could also transform, he reluctantly accepted it.

Negris also dug up five small World Trees, about as thick as fingers, one person tall, bundled together and sent them over.

The transaction was complete, and just as he was about to shut off the Teleportation Array, a Dragon Language greeting suddenly sounded in the communication: ”  long time no see, how have you been? Come and have a chat.”

The part that others couldn’t understand was Negris’ name in Dragon Language..